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It was my last year vacation during high school and I was spending some summer days at a house rented at the beach by my Auntie Silvia.My cousin Francis had my own age and we were good friends also.Auntie Silvia was a divorced young lady, in her early forties, still a very attractive woman, sexy and a pretty blonde fuck doll… One night my cousin had left with some of his friends; they had invited me to go on dancing; but I felt tired and decided to stay at home. After midnight I was tossing and...
Also ich bin noch beseelt vom gestrigen Sex. Das erste Mal seit Corona. Ich bin der Klaus 64 Jahre alt und lebe im Rheinland. Am Wochenende war ich meine Schwester besuchen. Sie lebt in Bad Vilbel. Die corona Zeit ist hart für mich. Ich bin süchtig nach Sex. Realem Sex wo mein Schwanz in einer Scheide hin und her geht bis ich mit vollem Genuss und ohne Kondom, die jeweilige Partnerin beglücke. Angst vor HIV oder Corona habe ich nicht wenn ich geil bin. In letzter Zeit sind meine Haare grauer...
“Now at this very moment I knew that the United States was in the war, up to the neck and in to the death. So we had won after all! ... How long the war would last or in what fashion it would end no man could tell, nor did I at this moment care ... We should not be wiped out. Our history would not come to an end ... Hitler’s fate was sealed. Mussolini’s fate was sealed. As for the Japanese, they would be ground to a powder. All the rest was merely the proper application of overwhelming...
In the second chapter young Alex is moving to the south of France. He only has a vague, childhood memory of Louise, his former neighbor, and is surprised to see that she is not only very pretty, but also quite cool for an adult. One small problem though: why does he have trouble keeping his eyes off her curvy body? ALEX‘He’s a problem case, Marge,’ he heard his father say, just as he was about to roll a joint. ‘He’s too lazy to get out of bed in the morning and he has never done a day’s work...
FemdomThe funeral was a gloomy affair as funerals go. I am somewhat irreverent and remember clearly my twin brother and I giggling all through my Uncle’s funeral because his widow had the price ticket still dangling from the back of her hat. John and I shared a sense of mischief and humour. At our Grandfather’s funeral, we’d been unable to look at each other during the hymn ‘Praise my soul the king of heaven,’ because John had written an alternative verse that was utterly filthy and we both knew what...
LesbianI just completed four years of college, attending Yale University on an academic scholarship. To my surprise, my parents awarded my efforts with a trip to the French Riviera for an entire week, covering all expenses. Luckily, they weren't coming along with me as part of the gift. I consider myself to be just an average guy, though admittedly I do get some attention from the ladies from time to time. I'm 6 feet 2 inches tall and weigh around 190 pounds. I'm not a jock by any stretch of the...
I just completed four years of college, attending Yale University on an academic scholarship. To my surprise, my parents awarded my efforts with a trip to the French Riviera for an entire week, covering all expenses. Luckily, they weren't coming along with me as part of the gift. I consider myself to be just an average guy, though admittedly I do get some attention from the ladies from time to time. I'm 6 feet 2 inches tall and weigh around 190 pounds. I'm not a jock by any stretch of the...
Tour De Frances IV Our high heels clicked up the stairs and down the hall to the kitchen. We could see Miss Palermo standing at the doorway waiting for us. "Lets go girls, it's almost 3:00! Frances, you're not swinging those hips sweetie." I quickly slowed down my walk and began to bounce my hips with my high heel steps. "That's much better dear, you girls can line up right here." The three of us stood at attention and Miss Palermo looked over Michelle. She picked up her hands checking...
Tour De Frances III Estelle and I headed back to my room and waited for Michelle to return from the wine cellar. Estelle wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close for a deep kiss. "Ohh my dear, I'm gonna love making out with you this weekend." "Let me go you lesbian!" "Stop trying to get away Frances, you can't hide from me so you may as well enjoy the attention I'm giving you!" Her hand slid up under my dress and into my panties. "Yes, I can't wait to feel you ram...
Anne and George were an ordinary middle-aged couple who had reached the stage in their lives when they had the time and freedom to indulge themselves for the first time since the earliest years of their courtship. Over their thirty years of married ,life they had concentrated on building a stable and loving home for their three children and had sacrificed their own freedom of action to provide them with the best possible start in life. However, now that their children had left home, they...
SwingersAnne and George were an ordinary middle aged couple who had reached the stage in their lives when they had the time and freedom to indulge themselves for the first time since the earliest years of their courtship. Over their 30 years of married life they had concentrated on building a stable and loving home for their three c***dren and had sacrificed their own freedom of action to provide them with the best possible start in life. However, now that their c***dren had left home, they thought...
After my last night spent with mrs Carla (my french teacher- Read my previous story) she told me that her husband is comming home, so we should stop seeing each other and that i was ready to go to France because she tough me anything she knew (especially sex terms). I agreed and after one final hug and kiss, I went home to get ready for my trip to France..i didnt even notice that the summer holiday begun..because with mrs Carla everything felt so right.On 21th june i finally arived in...
Vacation in France By Belle Gordon The afternoon temperature in Provence stood at 34 degrees as Sir Sydney Blessington parked his hire car in the shade at the rear of the chateau. The air was still, without a breath of wind to bring any relief, and upon alighting from the cars air-conditioned interior his sweat glands were forced into overdrive. He couldn't wait to plunge into the cool waters of the swimming pool. It...
Heloo my lesbo friends!i am nazoo khan 28 years old.i am lesbian or bisexual girl.i have whiteash healthy sexy body.my figure size is 38 28 38.i have a boyfriend.my boyfriend loved me very much. He’s very cute and sexy as hell and has the dick of death. I love sucking on his awesome rod of power. After sucking his lund, i love fitting it in my wet pussy and tight asshole.i traveled many states.it will be happend when i was in france. I’ve known clare for about three months. We both work in the...
LesbianTour De Fances II By 4:00 I had finished with the washing and Ironing. Michelle inspected all my work for the day and was Quite dissapointed on several counts. "Just look at these creases in Miss Palermo's skirts and dresses! She will crack my ass for a week if I gave her these in this condition! "I'm sorry Michelle, I'm just not that good at this stuff." Well guess what, your ass is gonna be right back here after we eat and you'll be rewashing and reironing half this stuff. I could...
[Note to readers: This chapter was previously published as A Pickup in Texas and has been included here for convenience and continuity. Those of you who are familiar with the story can skip this chapter. There's nothing new.] There is no geographic location on Earth that more clearly demonstrates how a few men with guns can change the course of history than the state of Texas. But, with their opening gambit being The Alamo, and its example being the standard for all that followed, what else...
"Brian, can you come get me please!" came the distressed voice of my sister Frances down the phone. "Sure, Frances ... what's up?" I asked, though I suspected I knew. "It's Keith. He's been drinking. He's throwing things. Oh, Brian, please, please hurry ... please!" There was a loud crash in the background of the phone call and a distant voice saying, "C'mere bitch!" before the phone went dead. My name's Brian (yeah no kidding). I'm in my early forties and recently divorced....
Dad always referred to them as Aunt Matilda and Aunt May but actually Matilda is my dad's aunt and May is just her special friend, and they are at least fifty years old and dedicated to each other and dedicated to their local church and it's pastor Pastor Taylour. Dad made all the arrangements and the first time I really met them as a grown up was when I rolled up on their doorstep off the Greyhound bus one late summer afternoon with all my worldly goods in a couple of suitcases. I...
It was never my intention to go to live with Aunt Matilda and Aunt May, in New York state five hundred miles east of Arlsberg but when I was offered a place at Uni a short bus ride from their place that Dad suggested I should see if I could stay with them.Dad always referred to them as Aunt Matilda and Aunt May but actually Matilda is my dad's aunt and May is just her special friend, and they are at least fifty years old and dedicated to each other and dedicated to their local church and it's...
PickupIt was, truth to tell, a great summer job! Okay, the hours were long and Lou had to get up early every morning while many of his friends could sleep all morning during the school break. But still..."Lou, this is Sam!" the radio in the van cracked loudly, waking up Lou from his daydreaming."Good morning Sam! What's up?" Lou always tried to appear alert when talking to the boss. Sam was a burly heavy old man and usually a bit grumpy. Your typical butcher, in fact."Lou, we've got a busy...
The Dark Side of the Life of Frances Barker Michelle Baker I decided to write this after I read a clipping from a newspaper, sent to me as an attachment to a letter. It was a sad footnote of a tragic life in a tiny article, meriting barely a column-inch. It recorded the death of Frances 'Frannie the Trannie' Barker, beaten to death with a blunt instrument in the tiny bed-sitter she lived and worked in - working as a prostitute. Saddened because I knew her as a kid. Knew her when she...
This is my first story written, so cut me some slack and be easy on the comments :). Criticism is welcome, but it must be constructive criticism. I have changed the names of the story for obvious reasons, but other than that the story is 100% true. I wrote this because I have read many stories here myself, and want to give back with some of my own. —————————————————————————————————————————————- Ill first describe myself: Im a 17 year old Australian guy, Im relatively tall, 6ft exactly, long...
En 2022 la France en avait marre. Après une longue campagne présidentielle, tous les candidats s’étaient discrédités, s’évertuant à travers leurs outrages, leur bêtise et leur incompétence à se montrer indigne de la fonction suprême. Quant au président actuel, personne n’aurait l’idée saugrenue de le réélire. Le soir du premier tour à 20h, les résultats tombèrent : 90% des bulletins étaient blanc et le taux de participation de 10%. Impossible d’organiser un second tour dans ces conditions,...
I had been combining a business trip in France with a short break, and Ihad a few more days to spend before returning for a conference in London.I had hired a car and was taking time to explore some of the smallerNormandy towns, seeking out small hotels and eating wherever I could infamily-run restaurants.What I am about to write about happened some ten years ago, but I rememberthe details as if they happened yesterday. I can even remember that it wasa Wednesday evening that I met him, and that...
y high school organized an optional group trip to France for a month. The idea was that we were supposed to go learn French and become immersed in the culture, but as I found out from students who had gone on the trip previously, in reality it was just a chance to get drunk and party with your friends, and try to hook up with French girls.While I was interested in getting drunk with my buddies, none of the girls in my class held any particular appeal for me. Not that they weren’t attractive,...
Hi all ISS readers. Back with a new story. This time it’s not mine, one of my online friend’s story which was exciting and hence thought of sharing with you all. You can reach out to me at Due to privacy reasons, she was not ready to share her mail id also. Now, sharing it in her words itself. Hi, friends, I’m samrutha now 34. This story happened way back in 2008 when I was a virgin and was working in one of the MNC IT company in Pune. I’m a Brahmin girl and I was literally brought up like an...
Cap Ferrat, South of France, May 1903.The last rays of the setting sun still showed above the dark line of the sea’s horizon, but in the woods that lined the hilly coast, twilight had turned to night and the scent of pine drifted through the trees as the hiss of small waves sounded on the rocky shoreline.Half way up the steep slope that overlooked the bay, a cluster of lights showed in the warm darkness. Conversation and the occasional ripple of laughter were coming from an elegant terrace...
HistoricalThings got off to a rocky start that summer. Just before we were to leave for our vacation house, Kate had a phone call from her sister in the small town closest to her parents' ranch. Her dad had suffered a stroke and her mom was, understandably, frantic and overwhelmed. Kate was on a plane the next day, and we postponed our departure to the coast up north. Three days of torture, agonized waiting, long telephone conversations, tedious hours at the regional medical center for Kate, her mom...
For me life on Earth ended at a small country music concert. My friends had suggested that I might enjoy a night out to forget for a short time the terror everyone was feeling now that the dangers of the Sa'arm were well known. To be honest the concert was more than a bit dull. The musicians clearly did not have the same passion as the bands that were played on the radio, and about halfway through the first set I found myself spending my time by looking over the crowd. The sight of several...
Warm and cloying, my t-shirt stained with her tears; the gamble failed.Her snivels broke the silence, the mournful spasms of distress: a heart-wrenching sound. I did this; I was responsible, convinced this was the beginning of the end. The burden so intense, I dared not look. Forcing myself, Elodie sat perched on the edge of the sofa. Body crunched up with a distant sorrowful expression. She clenched that talismanic handkerchief in her hand.Caught in a loop of guilt and regret, too many...
TrueThrough my mind race the images of us standing chest-deep in the sea and me asking Jan to marry me. I can’t help but smile at the hilarity of the situation. Jan, standing naked in front of me and of the shocked expression on her face as I make my proposal. I realize that we are not in an ideal location, so I lift Jan into my arms and trudge up the beach.Her silence at first fuels my fears of rejection. I can feel her sobs as she buries her face in my neck, and the heaving of her chest as the...
Love StoriesALEX The next day he needed to take a painting to some rich people in Saint Tropez. Louise wanted to come along, but she and Rob had a lunch appointment in Cannes first. Alex was supposed to pick her up in the restaurant at one o’clock. Because he was early he parked the van and explored Cannes on foot. He bought a can of Coke and some chocolate and walked to the beach. Cannes had less character than the old town of Nice, he thought, but still, it was better to be here than in his sleepy...
FemdomThis is the first chapter of Awakening, the first book in the Secret Desires in France series. The three books have around 140 pages each, so this is just the beginning. LOUISE Carrying a straw bag over her shoulder Louise walked from her car to the marina of Sainte Maxime. In the distance, across the bay, Saint Tropez was basking in the warm sunlight. Francis and Monique, friends from Cannes, had invited her to spend the Sunday on their yacht. They were picking her up here, but she was early...
CheatingAs well as delivering furniture all over Spain, when the need arises, I do the odd house to house removal to help pay the bills. Normally I only do local moves, but this one day, I was approached by a customer who was moving from the Costa Blanca in Spain, to the south of France. I didn´t really fancy doing this job, as he said that he would be riding with me in the van, along with his dog. I normally preferred my own company, so I quoted him a higher than usual. This was a trick a builder...
I should have kept it to myself.Walking on fallen blossom leaves, the tree-lined boulevard carried the scent of hope. In a brief interlude of sunlight, we basked in the first warmth of spring. Fingers entwined, her expression pensive and doleful, we stopped for a moment under a weathered statue; it must have looked glorious once.I used to enjoy the silences, now it felt awkward. Tugging my hand, she embraced me, her head against my chest. The citrus tone of her perfume evoked last summer, that...
TrueWeekend in France We got to our hotel, in the late morning after driving for a few hours. My girlfriend Monika and I had never done anything like this before. We were meeting another couple for the first time. A couple from France that we had met on line. There were no promises, this is a trial run to say the least. Moni was not nearly as open to this as I was, but she agreed to go along with this crazy plan just to see how it felt. She is not into sharing, so she said, but I knew there...
hi my name is Ilona Tomkiw and I want to tell members how sucking guys I was in holiday in France looking architectural outfit and evening I wanted a disco I drank a little alcohol and went to a disco in France, I did not know that this country has many nationalities I amused dancing drinking alcohol later I decided to go home across the street and then I met a black man and said that I followed him and I did because as I was when alcohol was dark and there are many black men and many booths I...
Guys, since the lady who’s telling me her story is quite busy, I’m not able to finish this story in 2nd part itself. I will try to finish this in the next part on how she was fucked by 5 guys. And guys, please don’t ask me for the ladies mail id or any other details. If she has preferred to come out and speak on her own, she could have done it. Since she doesn’t want to have any more new relationship and only wanted to make us happy by sharing her real life incident, she is telling it through...
Salt and Pepper, Sugar and Spice Chapter 11 Back in France. Ronnie had said, "Honey, what would you say if I told Ariane about Jaimie?" And, Jason had said, "You didn't! Did you?" "Not really. But, we were talking the other day. And, the conversation drifted to people with an alternate life style. And, ..." "And, what?" "Ariane told me that one of our friends from school, Marie, was a lesbian. We talked about...
Franklin D. Roosevelt – 6 May 1942 “Books cannot be killed by fire. People die, but books never die. No man and no force can abolish memory. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.” Shortly after the breakout from the beaches of Normandy, the allies expanded their beachhead to include portions of the hedgerow country of France. In the last chapter, we saw how they took the port city of Cherbourg as a beginning of a sweeping operation to push the Germans out of...
Series 1, Episode 11: Frances She’s a tall, slim and elegant mature lady of 59. The oldest we’ve had on our show so far. Short light brown hair (with perhaps just a hint of red) frames a narrow featured face with high cheek-bones, a pointed noise, and thin lips. She’s well dressed, well spoken, highly educated. “Hello, my name is Dr Frances Hardwich, I’m a psychologist, specialising in behavioural disorders, and I’m from Twickenham in London.” The interview takes place in her office. Her...
We open with a shot of an old street of old industrial buildings. Two and three-story brick fronted buildings with high windows. Walking toward us, big beer belly spilling over the front of his jeans and hanging out of the bottom of his West Ham football shirt, it’s our hairy host with the most (experience that is), Dennis ... He’s been an active dog ‘trainer’ on the UK bestiality scene for decades, since long before our little show shot him to infamy. Trotting along-side him, light on his...
***DISCLAIMER*** This story is PURELY FICTIONAL and should in no way be construed as rational, socially acceptable behavior. Although the story itself is purely fictional, the characters involved are very real. No names have been changed, because the guilty should be justly punished.Silvia’s AwakeningShe stood naked in a corner of a darkened room. The only light came from somewhere on the other side and in the shadows she could just make out the large, life sized table and a stand next to it in...
THE STORY OF FRANCES My name is Frances and I have always wanted to tell this story to the whole world because it is a happy story and it may help others to understand themselves and to be strong enough to carry through the courage of their convictions. I never knew my Father, he ran off with his secretary when I was just a few months old. He had a reasonably good job and through the courts Mother obtained a good settlement. This was the house and her car and a good monthly...
A story in the Swarm Cycle Universe started by The Thinking Horndog I had stopped into my favorite watering hole after work for some good dark beer and a snack before going to an Italian joint I liked for dinner. Gail was behind the bar and spotted me as I walked in. By the time I sat down she had pulled me a draft and made sure the free peanuts were near me. She was a good waitress and I loved the attention. After getting comfortable I looked around saw the place was a little more crowded...
In everything I recounted, there were clues.This was Elodie’s idea; a shock, I never sought this. A droll sense of irony; I came to Paris for a fresh start. I drove from Sainte Maxime to this beach and confronted history.Old recollections niggled and gnawed, they itched like needles under the skin. A ghost haunted my thoughts, Anne-Pierre, and I could not exorcise her. Memories rolled in like the waves and their halcyon sentiments of nostalgia. My devil-may-care attitude, it snapped and...
TrueSchool was out for until after the New Year so for the next few days, Jason, Jessica, and I spent time relaxing with our planned companions. Ashley, Lenore, and I recreated our first morning in the treehouse one day, and affirmed that we definitely wanted to stay together. The biggest surprise came on Christmas day. We had all gathered at the Robert's home for a small feast. Jessica showed up with Milli and Kathy. Our friends were smiling and laughing when they arrived. "Some good news?"...
Fizzy energy rippled through my body, I wanted to leave my desk, get out, and just walk. Staring at my screen, flashbacks of last night pestered my restless mind. Aggravated by the industrious silence, constrained by cream walls and utilitarian furniture, I had to escape. Anne-Pierre liked games and last night was her best one yet. Almost two weeks, five encounters, I thought I had the measure of her; then came the sucker punch. Sat in my office chair, weary muscles pleaded for freedom. ...
TrueALEX Alex’s first impression of Rob was not good at all. After they had shaken hands it took Alex about five minutes to see through the man and realize he was nothing but a smooth talker and a bragger, someone who was terribly full of himself. What on earth did Louise see in this guy, he wondered. They chatted over coffee for about twenty minutes, but when Alex got back to his apartment he could only come to the conclusion that almost everything about this Rob rubbed him the wrong way. Thank...
FemdomLOUISE That night in bed Louise was reading the latest Peter Robinson thriller, but found it hard to concentrate on it. Her thoughts kept wandering and went from the next exhibition in her art gallery to Rob, who was coming home tomorrow and then to Alex, who had almost been here a week now. Marge, Alex’s mother had called her tonight to ask how things were going.‘Alex only texts us to say that everything is cool and chill,’ she had said, ‘so I thought I’d better ask you.’Louise had assured...
FemdomAlex is beginning to feel at home in the south of France. He's got his dope, his own apartment, great weather and an easy job that generates some money. All is well except for the fact that Louise's personality and voluptuous body continue to confuse him. ALEX In the following week, Alex began to feel more and more at home. He explored his surroundings, biked to Grasse and even drove the minivan, which Louise had bought for the art gallery, to Cannes one afternoon. By the end of the week, his...
FemdomI used to work over in the South of France were the weather in the summer was beautiful. Three of the lads I worked with used to rent a villa which had a swimming pool in the garden and its own personal grounds surrounded by a low wall, a road and pathway running by the villa one side and a simular neighbouring villa to which a couple also from the UK rented in there mid 20’s lived. One weekend my two room mates had decided to go home for the weekend, leaving me to the villa and pool for the...
Although this tale is listed under stories it is my diary of what we got up to in France on holiday. Each year we go on holiday I keep a diary of all the things we get up to so that I can re read them in the future to live them in my mind again.We were in the nude resort of Cap D’Agde for our tenth year and each year we have done something more than the year before. One thing that has happened since my last year’s diary is that I went out some weeks ago with a girl friend called Leigh and got...
ExhibitionismCUCKOLD, Shy wife enjoys a holiday in France, We had been working in Chile for two years now when my wife Gail suggested I ask for an extended three-week vacation. A trip to visit her parents in North Carolina and then some private time for holiday. It was too expensive a trip to for just two weeks away.Gail had come to Chile willingly and even seemed to be enjoying my country. It was time for me to be as supportive and I pressed the company for my holiday and it was granted. I was even granted...
She and her brother had after Madges' intervention and instruction been fucking since the weekend her parents when to a wedding leaving Madge in charge. Madge moved out soon after and left the k**s to it, my wife's new favourite thing and a new way of draining her brother balls of cum. The only disappointment was that she rarely got to taste his cum pure as it got mixed up with her pussy juice. Anyway, the annual holiday to France was planned and the weeks before gave the k**s plenty of chances...
It had been a long night and all I wanted was to find a place to eat and get off the road. I had been driving for most of the day across France heading to England. I had business in London and need to get there in a day and half. I did not leave myself much time but I had clients who were waiting on a proposal and I needed to sign some papers to make it official. It was raining and fog had set in. I was in the mountains and the roads had become dangerous. I need to find a hotel and something to...
One afternoon of shopping in France By Rosie "Avez-vous essay? ceci dessus?" the sales girl said, taking the black satin blouse from my hands. "I beg your pardon, I don't understand," I replied though even as I spoke the words, I could make out the meaning of her question. "Have you tried his on, monsieur?" the girl repeated in a rather thickly accented English. "Um... no, but..." I stammered, taken aback by her question. She took the blouse off the table, lifted it up by the ...
My wife and I went on a camping holiday a couple of years ago which led to more than was in the brochure. We went to a wooded camp site in the South of France and on arrival, found that the nearby beach had a nudist area. This was a bonus to us as we went almost every weekend to a nudist beach on the south coast where we lived at the time. Our tent was a large family sized permanent tent with proper rooms, as were most of the tents on the site, only a few being tents that people would put up...